Quotes About Loss

net gain or net drain

Grieving is something we have to live with, it's a constant battle. And the enemy is the rest of our lives. All those nights. All those hours.

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War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

Carus, Carus, gib mir meine Millionen wieder!

So now I ask you, what will happen to me? I have fulfilled my purpose, but I can no longer cease to exist by myself. I have inherited Calandria May's sorrow, and am lost myself without the purpose I once had. I can never be a ship again. So please, I beg you, shut me down now. I never wanted to have a soul.

One day beside some flowers near his noseHe will be thinking, When will I look at it?And pain, still in the middle distance, will replyAt what? and he will know it's gone,O where! and begin to tremble and cry.He will begin to cry as a child criesWhose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

I didn't go to the funeral of poetry. I stayed home and watched it on television.

I'd gotten used to always talking to you inside my head whenever things got mixed up for me. It felt like you were still around, for a long time afterwards...

My grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again.

It's a very difficult thing losing a parent, but I think there's an added complication for me, because he was so well-loved and he had this very open charm that made people feel they had a personal relationship with him.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other's dreams.

I'm sorry. My dad is dead too. Now climb, young grasshopper, so your kung fu won't be weak.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103)

The creature that was me had crept away and left nothing more than the shell of a woman curled up on the bunk.

the bodies lying like so much fallen timber.

Sometimes you can't put the pieces back together, even if you get them picked up

I don't know where I've gone—where I've gone.' The world was cracking around me. I was so small. A flood of shame spilled from my eyes. 'I've lost myself—I'll never get out. Where's my island? Where's my island gone?

You Can't Lose Something You Never Had

For hours after Andrew had died on his way into life, she felt powerfully that he had come from unreachable realms with knowledge she needed urgently to learn. Yet there he lay, swaddled in her arms, looking entirely at peace and not at all like a failed emissary. His face was closed; she could read nothing in his blank, perfect features except her own loss. She had given birth to death, and she felt its claim on her. She held Andrew until he was cold and his chill entered her body and heart.

Lost love is still love, isn't it.

las mujeres hemos sido protagonistas indiscutibles de la pérdida de la razón. Pero la locura ha estado siempre envuelta en la vergüenza.